


full (of your love)

by Hiyami



Category: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Genre: Belly worship, Bondage, Butt Plugs, Cock Rings, Come Inflation, Consensual Somnophilia, Fucking someone into unconsciousness and not stopping, Hand Feeding, Kink Negotiation, M/M, Somnophilia
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-07-29
Updated: 2015-07-29
Packaged: 2018-04-11 23:26:03
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,881
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4456559
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hiyami/pseuds/Hiyami
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Steve pushes Tony's body to its limits and then some.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

  * Translation into Русский available: [наполнен (твоей любовью)](https://archiveofourown.org/works/6375673) by [Happy_me](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Happy_me/pseuds/Happy_me)



> A fill for [616kinkmeme](http://616kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/), for the following [prompt](http://616kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1418.html?thread=25226#cmt25226): _Steve/Tony, come inflation, belly worship. The super-serum means that Steve not only has a non-existent refractory period, but also a really copius amount of ejaculate._
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> _So Steve fucks Tony again and again and again until he's basically full of come and then lavishes leering lusty love on his distended belly._

Steve didn’t always bother to pause in between each fuck. Sometimes, he kept going, over and over and over again - until Tony was a writhing, pleading, begging mess, his body wrung out and the cock ring both a pain and a pleasure. He’d be fucked out, fucked up, and so completely gone that it might take him hours to come back.

But of course, there were plenty of times when he’d come back to his body, to awareness, to reality… to find Steve still fucking him, his body bent and rearranged to better suit the man’s mood or desires.

Like now, for example; A look at the clock told Tony that he’d been out for the last three hours, but the swell of his belly and the liquid mess of his ass told him that Steve hadn’t stopped. He shivered, whimpered at a particularly deep thrust.

“Welcome back,” Steve said, somewhat absently. His hand passed over Tony’s belly before moving on to fist the sore dick that still somehow stood erect between them.

“Having fun?” Tony asked, doing his damnedest not to cry out at the sensation. As with each time prior, he wondered if he might not come straight through the cock ring, but when Steve tightened his grip and gave him a few strokes before returning to stroking his belly, he knew it wasn’t going to happen this time.

God, his stomach bulged out. His abs, normally toned, were indistinguishable from the fleshy parts that had pressed outwards with the way Steve continued to fill his ass. Steve sped his thrusts for a moment before pausing, cock pressed all the way in, and Tony could feel him adding to the amount of come already in his body.

He whimpered as his body struggled to take it. His stomach swelled and he gasped, mouth open and eyes wet at the stretch. Steve leaned down to lick filthily into his mouth, to stroke at his cheek and murmur endearments even as he began to move again, began to fuck Tony yet again.

“Shhh, you’re being so sweet for me,” Steve murmured. “Being so perfect.” He stroked Tony’s belly, a smile on his face. It was an irrationally soft smile given their activities. “Look at this, you’re so full of me,” he added, flattening his hand against the distended belly. “All fucked full of my come and perfect. I bet if I plugged you up and sent you out, people would wonder if you were pregnant.”

Tony moaned, unable to handle that, the idea, the notion of him, walking around, fucked full and plugged up. His stomach would be full and he’d be talking with Jessica and Luke and Steve would pass by, eyes gleaming at the sight and Tony couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He squeezed down on Steve, moaning again, and pleaded, “Please.”

“No, Tony,” Steve said, speaking gently. “Not yet, you’re not done yet.” And Tony – Tony just wanted to cry and stop and maybe go unconscious again, because Steve always demanded so, so much. He knew he could do it because he’d done it before, but just – he ached. He ached and he was filled up and full and his stomach distended ridiculously. He whimpered as Steve started up again, could feel the tears welling up as he felt Steve pressing in and in and in.

He didn’t hate it. It just – it was so much.

Steve shushed him again, raining kisses down on his face. “You’re perfect, Tony,” Steve told him. Tony wrapped his arms around Steve and held tight as Steve fucked him. “Just one more,” Steve urged him. “One more and we’ll plug you up.”

Tony groaned in anticipation, his body twitching beneath Steve’s. Steve moved one of his hands between them, pressed on Tony’s belly just the slightest bit to send shocks of arousal all up and down his spine. He wrapped that hand around Tony’s cock and slowly, gradually began to remove the ring.

It was a fucking miracle Tony didn’t come all over them right there, but Steve was whispering into his ear again, talking about how he liked seeing Tony behave, how he loved it when Tony just took everything he had. How he liked watching Tony dazed and confused or unconscious and subject to his desires and, above all, how Tony let him do it, let him have it all, this gift that Steve couldn’t imagine getting to even touch before.

Tony cried out when he came, bursts of white filtering into his sight as he came, head tossed back and Steve’s teeth in his throat. He could feel Steve coming again, this one the last. His stomach stretched and his belly ached and oh, god, he was so full. But Steve, Steve was so quiet and happy, and when Tony came back down, came back to himself, Steve had already tilted Tony’s hips and body, angled him to keep the come in him while he pulled out, to keep him full as he pressed the plug into him.

The plug, oh god, the plug, it was made of steel, big and thick and round and not particularly long. It was meant to keep all the come in him, to keep him stoppered up until he couldn’t take it anymore and took it out. He always tried to keep it in for as long as possible and sometimes Steve was the one who pulled it out, pleased to just see all the come running from his ass like a faucet until it slowed. He’d lick Tony clean then and let Tony recover until the next time they decided to try it again.

Filled, plugged, and overly sated, Tony lay there and let Steve rearrange him until he was lying comfortably on his back. Steve disappeared for a few moments, but Tony wasn’t particularly bothered by it, well aware that he’d be back, warm washcloth in hand to clean them both off.

“Good?” Tony murmured when Steve returned, as expected. Steve had already cleaned himself off this time. He’d run the warm cloth over Tony’s sore and tired dick, gently wiping it clean before sliding the cloth up and over the bump of Tony’s belly. Tony squeezed down on the plug in reflexively as Steve slowed his movements. Both of his large hands came to rest on Tony’s belly and he stroked the skin there.

“Always,” Steve said. “You’re perfect, every time.” Tony sighed in pleasure, in relief, in joy. This, this was something he could do for Steve. It ached in the best possible way and he felt as though he was more and more stretched out every time, but… Steve liked it.

And, were he not so nervous about admitting it, so did he. He liked that Steve could so easily command his body, could make his stomach swell and stuff him full. He liked that Steve could go from sweet and gentle and only a few times to rough and desperate and intent on filling Tony up and keeping him that way.

“Love you,” Tony murmured, his eyes already sliding shut. He knew Steve would be awake a while more, pressing kisses to his full belly, licking it, touching it, and just generally being as amazed by Tony as Tony was by him.

He wondered if he’d wake up to Steve fucking more into him again, but before he could consider the possibilities and probabilities, sleep took him.


	2. Chapter 2

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So, someone asked for more and exploded my brain and now you all get to see this bit from the abyss that is my soul. 
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> _nOT OP but hoooooollyyy shiiiiiiiiit that was fucking amazing im giving you a standing ovation_  
>  _(.........i really want a follow up to this where tony DOES wake up to find steve filling him up even more steve just wanting to push to the limit maybe some mild pain for tony even but he want to be good for steve so he takes it all, steve spending just a better part of the day with filling tony up and when tony wants his ass to rest steve plugs him back up and starts filling tony up even more through his mouth and tony just being unable to move as steve kneads and worships his stomach h o n e s t l y im just babbling here feel free to ignore me;;;;;;;;)_

 

It was about two months after the last… particularly vigorous bout of amazingly rampant sex. Tony would be a fool to say he wasn’t nervous. They’d been doing the filling bit for a while now – Steve liked it and Tony had come to admit that he was starting to like it more himself as well.

Today, though. Today was going to be something different. Something more. A Friday. He sat on the side of his bed, looking to the door that Steve would be coming through soon. He put a hand on his belly, feeling it tighten as he reflexively tensed at the thought of what was soon to come.

Before, they’d only done it for a number of hours – no more than five or six – before letting the come sit in his belly, keeping him filled up for a bit before they inevitably let the come run out. He’d started to get the feeling that Steve wanted more after the last time, though, and, as always, he was right.

Steve had asked him, quiet, perhaps even timid, as they settled down for the night. “Could I have you for a weekend? Instead of just a day?”

While anyone else might’ve thought it was just for a bit of sex here and there throughout the days, Tony knew better. Tony knew what Steve was really asking.

“To fill me up?” he murmured, wanting confirmation.

Steve nodded, swallowed, and said, “I want to push you past your limits and keep you there.” Arousal had shot up his spine and there was a part of Tony that immediately wanted to agree – wanted to put himself in Steve’s hands so Steve could do whatever he wanted with him.

The greater part of him, however, wasn’t so eager. He was scared. Nervous. “I don’t know if I could take it,” he whispers into Steve’s shoulder. It near killed him every time, feeling his belly forcibly expanding to accommodate the sheer amount of come Steve spilled into him. He didn’t mind so much that Steve kept going while he was unconscious – rather, that was sometimes a mercy.

“It’s up to you,” Steve promised, his voice just as quiet. His arm came around to pull Tony closer so he was on top of Steve instead of simply next to him. “If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to and I’ll never bring it up again,” he continued. “And if you ever want to stop, we can stop right away, same as every other time, and we’ll let it all out.”

Tony shivered, thinking about the rules they’d originally set down for this. They’d been simple. Safewords, an agreement on what was and wasn’t okay.

“I trust you,” he mumbled into Steve’s chest. He could feel Steve’s chest expanding beneath him, knew that Steve was smiling because it wasn’t something Tony freely admitted. He did trust Steve – he trusted Steve with a hell of a lot more than he’d trusted anyone else with. He could trust Steve with this, with his body.

“We’ll stop whenever you say,” Steve promised. Tony could practically feel the warmth of the smile through the words. Steve held Tony, fingers stroking through his hair. “And if it hurts more than just the usual twinge like before, you’ve got to tell me so we can stop.”

They’d compared schedules the next day and decided on their next free weekend.

That was a few weeks ago.

Tony stood and slipped out of the robe, settling on a hook as he waited for Steve. He’d taken out a few things, as requested by Steve, and set them on the nightstand. They hinted at what he’d be experiencing and despite the trepidation, he could feel a shot of pleasure running up his spine at the thought of what was to come.

As much as Steve pushed him to his limits, Steve also took care of him. It was why Tony could so easily let himself go when Steve was there.

“You ready?” Steve asked, startling Tony out of his thoughts. Tony nodded, trying on a smile.

Steve shut the door behind him, locking it as he stepped closer to Tony, both of his large hands framing Tony’s face, thumbs tracing his cheekbones as Steve kissed him.

“It’ll be okay,” Steve promised. “We’ll stop whenever you want. I already told the others not to expect us for this weekend unless there’s a world-ending emergency, but even then, we should be at the bottom of the list.”

Tony nodded, wordless in this moment, in this new beginning.

“Get on the bed,” Steve instructed him. Tony did as he was bid, turning to watch as Steve stripped off his own clothes, folding them neatly and setting them aside before coming to join him.

They lay down, just touching each other, gently reacquainting themselves with each other’s bodies for the umpteenth time.

“I’m still nervous,” Tony admitted. He felt guilty, ashamed even. He couldn’t explain why he was so afraid, but he was.

“It’s okay,” Steve soothed him. He paused for a moment before offering, “Do you want to try this another time?”

Tony shook his head. The sooner he faced this, the better. He wanted to be able to do this, to be able to say he could take whatever Steve had to give. “I want to do this,” he whispered, doing his best to look Steve in the eye.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he wasn’t disappointed. Steve leaned in to kiss him and shifted so that he was on top of Tony, bracketing him with his arms, settling into the cradle of Tony’s hips. “I love you,” Steve murmured, pressing his stiff cock against Tony’s stiffening length. “It’s unconditional and if you ever tell me no, it’s not going to change the fact that I love you or that you’re mine and I’m yours, and I’m not going to want anyone else.” He was shifting his hips back and forth, a mimicry of the motion he’d be making constantly once he was inside of Tony.

“I love you,” Tony affirmed, “And I trust you to take me to my limits and past them.” Steve groaned at those words, his hips hitching in a way that told Tony he’d needed to hear them more than Tony had realized. Smiling, Tony wrapped his arms around the man, bringing him down for a kiss.

From there, it didn’t take long to get the effect going. Since Steve had Tony for the entire weekend, they’d decided to take it a bit slower so that Tony would have time to adjust in between fuckings.

Steve came in him three times before plugging him up. Tony came once before they agreed to put the cock ring on. They watched a movie together, but by the second half, Steve had pulled the plug out and was shoving his fingers into Tony’s ass, his hips tilted just enough that Steve could press his fingers in and out without worrying about any of the come spilling. He’d pressed his fingers in dry, but they came out wet, covered in his come. He’d pressed them to Tony’s lips and, automatically, Tony had opened his mouth to let them in, had laved them with his tongue and suckled them until Steve groaned and removed them, rearranging them so he could press his dick into Tony again.

By the time the credits were rolling and hour later, Steve had come four more times and was working his way up to a fifth. Tony was starting to feel the stretch, but it was only just the beginnings. It always felt this way when Steve came over and over and over again. He could only imagine what his ass looked like, taking Steve’s cock and swallowing its come repeatedly.

Steve came and Tony groaned at the sensation, feeling the semen flooding into his body. He shivered before clenching down on cock inside of him. Having the break, he decided, was a good idea. Had Steve come in him eight times in succession, he would’ve passed out, but like this, it wasn’t so overwhelming.

They’d never actually counted the number of times Steve had come in Tony – or at least, Tony hadn’t. He’d never managed to stay conscious the entire time. He’d never asked if Steve had, but something told him Steve had spent more time focusing on Tony’s belly than on the number of times he’d come in him.

“This is nice,” Tony admitted when Steve plugged him again. “I think I could take a bit more,” he ventured, but Steve shook his head.

“I’ve got more than just that planned,” the man admitted. Tony blinked, puzzled. Then he remembered the things Steve had asked him to set out and blushed.

Seeing that he knew what was coming, Steve smiled. The rearranged themselves on the bed. Steve settled a slightly modified eye mask over Tony’s eyes – the elastic had been replaced with fabric ties so as to better keep it in place. Next, he used leather cuffs to attach Tony’s wrists to the headboard. Although Tony had a decent range of movement with them on, he wouldn’t be able to touch himself – they were there more for him to hold onto and anchor himself with.

From the movements on the bed, the shift of weight, the sound of skin on silk, Tony gathered that Steve wasn’t interested in his ass at the moment.

“Open your mouth, Tony,” he said. Ah. Well, that would be it then. Obedient, Tony let his mouth fall open, waiting for Steve. Sometimes, when he was in control, he’d have his way with Steve’s beautiful, pretty cock. He’d lick it from tip to base and back, sucking kisses into it was he went. He’d have Steve groaning and begging for mercy. Instead of letting Steve come repeatedly, he’d keep him on the edge, making it so Steve couldn’t come unless Tony said so.

But at times like this, when Steve was in control… Any technique that Tony had went out the window. Steve came too much, too copiously for his mouth to be anything but a hole to fuck.

The touch of Steve’s cock against Tony’s lower lip alerted him to its presence and Tony closed his mouth around it, careful of his teeth, and moved up and down on it, getting his throat used to the feel of being opened up. Once he had it, Steve took control, fucking Tony’s mouth the same way he might Tony’s ass – quick, relentless, and with purpose.

Steve came twice like that. The difference between fucking Tony’s mouth and Tony’s ass was the fact that Steve had to slow down and back off a bit so Tony could actually swallow his lover’s come without choking on it. While a normal person wouldn’t have had to pause – Tony wasn’t without his skills, after all – the fact of the matter was that Steve, when he came, came a lot. His come gushed into Tony, flooded his cheeks and flowed down his throat. It wasn’t uncommon for it to trail down Tony’s chin, even.

After, when Tony was still gasping for air, Steve settled himself behind him, easily dragging the plug out of his ass. He went slow, letting Tony feel the width of the plug before removing it. Before Tony had the chance to miss the feeling of being full, however, Steve was there, cock pressing into him and filling him up.

He passed out this time, Steve a relentless force that his body couldn’t handle on its own. When he came to, it was dark, the lights all dimmed down. The blindfold had been removed, obviously, and his wrists had been freed. The cock ring was gone, too. Steve wasn’t fucking him, but given the way his lover’s arms were wrapped around him and the way his ass and stomach felt, he knew that Steve had kept going for quite some time. His belly was distended quite a bit. It wasn’t quite to the extent that it had been the last time, but… it was close.

It ached, a bit. A soreness in his stomach, not unlike when he’d eaten far, far too much. He shifted, squirming, but Steve’s arms tightened and the shift of his hips proved that Steve’s cock was actually still well embedded in Tony. Tony blushed, his face heating. They’d never done this before – they’d never gone to sleep with Steve still in him like this. He didn’t know what to think of it. It was… odd, but strangely comforting. He drifted back to sleep like that, wrapped up in Steve and surrounded by his scent.

The next time he woke, it was late morning. His body ached pleasantly, and even his distended belly didn’t hurt so much as simply ache. It ached in the same way he associated good sex and being good and feeling good and it was nice. Steve wasn’t in him anymore – he’d probably come in him and then plugged him up to go and handle whatever chores needed handling on a Saturday morning.

As if on cue, Steve appeared, clad in jeans and a T-shirt, neatly opening the door and carefully carrying a tray in one hand as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. While most people would’ve handled the tray by centering its weight on the center and supporting it from the bottom, Steve had an unfair amount of strength and simply held one of the handles, his fingers more than capable of keeping the tray up from any angle.

A benefit that came with being a supersoldier, he supposed. Damn, they’d been lucky to find him when they did. Who cared that they had to temporarily halt their original mission? Having found Captain America – having found Steve – was more than enough to make up for it.

“Good morning,” he greeted, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. He eyed the coffee greedily, waiting for Steve to bring the tray over.

Clearly amused, Steve handed it over as soon as he was in range. “Good morning,” he replied easily, seating himself next to Tony, the tray held steady as he placed it on his lap. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept like a doll,” Tony grinned, drinking the coffee . The tray, he could see, had bite-sized bits of French toast, syrup in a small white ramekin, and equally small pieces of fruit. “Is that for me?” he asked, draining the cup and reaching for some of the French toast.

Steve shifted the tray out of reach and Tony pouted. “Come now, that’s hardly fair! You don’t bring a man food and then play keep away!”

Shrugging, Steve resettled the tray and took up a piece of the toast, dipping it in the syrup. He smiled at Tony as he brought the morsel to his lips. “I wanted to feed you.”

Tony blushed, mouth opening automatically. The syrup added moisture to the texture, but the French toast was already sweetened from the cinnamon sugar that Steve liked to use in his batter. It was good. Once they’d finished with the toast, Steve moved onto the fruit, pressing each piece to Tony’s mouth and only going onto the next piece after gently stroking his face, his cheeks, his throat, that part of his neck where Steve had pressed his teeth months before.

When they’d finished with the food, Steve collected the now empty coffee cup and set it on the tray before setting the tray aside. He leaned in to kiss Tony hard, licking into his mouth and pressing him back, flat against the bed. His hands covered Tony’s stomach possessively, protectively even. Tony felt a shot of guilt for being incapable of becoming pregnant, of being able to truly carry Steve’s sperm to completion. He’d wondered, often, if perhaps that was why Steve was so interested in seeing him that way, filled up with his come and his belly all rounded.

He still wasn’t brave enough to ask.

Steve broke the kiss, pausing for less than a second before diving in for another. It didn’t take long for kissing to graduate to more touching and for more touching to graduate to more sex. Lots and lots of really good, back bending, ache-making sex.

Steve pushed him this time, over and over and over again. They didn’t use the cock ring this time, but Tony would have sworn that he was going mad regardless. Steve fucked him relentlessly, his dick sawing in and out of Tony’s body. There were pauses when Steve came and Tony’s stomach would swell – Steve liked to watch it happening – but Steve kept going and going and Tony wondered if this was how he was going to die, filled to bursting with his lover’s come.

He thought about calling out his safeword, about putting an end to it. He ached and ached, and although it was hard to distinguish one sensation from another, he thought it hurt and he’d promised Steve, right? But then Steve’s dick would skate against his prostate, would press in just right – and Tony was gone again, lost in the overwhelming sensations that Steve was flooding him with. He’d come dry several times, and he just knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it again, wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Tony was right; He passed out again. He whimpered when he woke, his stomach sore and pained and Steve, beautiful, perfect, thoughtful Steve, immediately froze. Tony’s belly had distended to the point that he could’ve been mistaken for a pregnant woman. A severely pregnant woman. It was… frightening. And amazing.

His body ached in that specific way that it did whenever he spent more than eighty hours in the workshop without remembering to sleep or eat, sustained only by coffee and brilliance.

“Does it hurt?” Steve asked, holding himself still above Tony.

It took him a few moments to consider it. Did it hurt? It ached, a sort of soreness that went beyond injury and nearly pressed into his soul – as though Steve’s fingerprints were forever going to mark him, as though his stomach would forever accept Steve.

“I’m sore,” Tony decided. “It aches, but maybe if we took a break?” It was like he’d broken through to the other side of a glass window, the pressure in his body less present in his mind now that he’d come to accept it so fully as a part of his beloved.

“Okay,” Steve nodded, his expression serious. He tilted Tony’s hips, canting them up so he could withdraw and slip the plug into him. Tony shivered at the sensation. He levered himself up a bit, unnerved by the weight in his belly. His center of balance was temporarily distorted by the sheer amount of come he’d been filled with.

Tony didn’t think he’d be able to move. He shivered at the thought. Unable to move, he was even more so at Steve’s mercy than usual. It wasn’t something he thought Steve would ever take advantage of, but giving himself over to Steve like this was its own kind of revelation, a new understanding of just how much he could love Steve, how much he could afford to trust him.

It was frightening, because apparently both occurred in far greater amounts than he’d thought he was capable of.

Steve shifted some pillows around, stacking them behind Tony so he could lay back again, taking the weight off of his wrists. Tony smiled at the wonder with which his lover was gazing upon him.

He wondered if that was the same way he looked at Steve. Steve’s hands were on Tony’s belly, caressing and stroking. Though the man’s expression was one purely of awe, Tony couldn’t help but see it as being a bit possessive.

“Do you want kids?” he blurted out, wincing slightly. Well, apparently that thought hadn’t been quite as well extinguished as he’d hoped. Startled, Steve looked up at him, wide blue eyes connecting with Tony’s.

“I used to think I would,” he admitted. “But I can’t really imagine having them now. There’s always a lot of stuff going on. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind adopting later on, but with the dangers we face, it’s not really fair to bring kids into our lives.”

Tony – Tony didn’t know how to react, what to do, what to say. He was… relieved. Steve didn’t want him to be a woman. Steve didn’t regret being with Tony.

Hell, Steve thought of kids as being a part of their lives – their, as in plural. Tony reached for the man he loved and dragged him in for a particularly lewd kiss, all tongue and teeth and feelings. It wasn’t one-sided; Although surprised by the intensity, it didn’t take long for Steve to catch on and answer in kind.

“I love you,” Tony said when they came up for air. “And when you think it’s time, we’ll look around to see who we can love and who’ll love us, too. I don’t care how many kids you want, Steve – we’ll make it work.” He didn’t care if he sounded ridiculous – he was too pleased with the fact that Steve saw a future for them, that Steve’s future was intertwined with Tony’s.

Tony reached down to grab the still erect cock that had been in him only moments prior. He squeezed, jacking it a few times until Steve got the picture and shifted further up. The angle was all wrong, but Tony didn’t care. He wrapped his mouth around Steve’s dick like an overly ambitious preteen girl trying a popsicle in front of her new number one crush.

Of course, he had way more experience and technique to back him up than that girl would, but – details. 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I, uh, I have a [tumblr](http://per-veritatem-vis.tumblr.com/) if you'd like to prod me or throw me prompts.

**Author's Note:**

> I, uh... I have a [tumblr](http://per-veritatem-vis.tumblr.com/) now. For those who, uh, may be interested.


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